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Cyclone opened his eyes as the slow, long night finally came to an end. In a strange room, accompanied by peculiar dreams, Cyclone welcomed the second day with Kakarl. Sitting up in bed, Cyclone noticed his clothes were all on the floor underneath the bed. The most important sword had been put away. Everything seemed normal, feeling relaxed and calm. But then, Cyclone heard a strange sound. Upon listening carefully, it seemed like someone was weeping softly.

Turning around, Cyclone was surprised to see the beauty from last night. She was kneeling, her commanding figure fully displayed. Last night, Cyclone had tasted that legendary purity. At the same time, the beauty in front of him had drained all his strength. Her formidable combat power was terrifying, but sadly, she seemed to have lost her memory now. Cyclone disliked succumbing to impulse when under the influence of alcohol. These things should be dealt with in a rational manner, which would make it much more interesting. Since the incident had passed, Cyclone had no interest in reminiscing about such meaningless events.

With a casual tone, Cyclone addressed the weeping beauty, "You were quite impressive last night~" Smirking mischievously, he ran his hand along her thigh. When his hand touched her smooth, white thigh, her body shivered. Pausing her tears, she looked up, revealing her bright, teary eyes to Cyclone.

Without any guilt, Cyclone recalled how he had treated Little Dragon back in Sunset City. And the fact that this woman had initiated the encounter made him even more reluctant. If she hadn't, the night wouldn't have been as intense. That was just Cyclone, an extremely wicked man. However, as he was about to say something else, the beauty unexpectedly slapped his left cheek, "Disgusting!!"

Taken aback by the force of the blow, Cyclone couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing. "Hmm~ Seems like you don't remember much, eh?" Cyclone retorted, twisting his neck. In that moment, Cyclone had choices. He could play dumb, pretending nothing happened last night and make her doubt herself. Or he could sincerely apologize, taking all the blame upon himself and garnering sympathy to bring them closer. But Cyclone opted for the last option.

"Want me to help you remember? Your body must still hold memories from last night~" A lewd, despicable man, Cyclone went even further.

"You... wretch!!!" Drawing from his experience dealing with Little Dragon's strong personality in the past, Cyclone believed that a stronger approach might unlock the woman's hidden power from the night before. "How could you... How could you..."

This is how Little Dragon was dealt with, and in the end, wasn't Little Dragon tamed by Cyclone?

Women, Cyclone is quite capable.

However...

Smack!

Another slap, just as the left cheek was hit, now the right cheek too.

And it was a heavy blow, no intention of holding back.

"......"

"......"

Hilmirya didn't respond, just silently stood up.

Picking up the nun's clothes from the ground, not even fully dressed, she walked towards the door.

"I was wrong..."

Facing away from Cyclone, Hilmirya said weakly.

"You are not a hero at all... you are just a... a scoundrel!!"

With that, Hilmirya left.

Leaving Cyclone alone, looking puzzled.

Cyclone indeed had experience with women.

But they were just three women after all, and these three women shared similar experiences and thoughts in some ways, giving the scoundrel Cyclone an opportunity to win the beauty over.

But Hilmirya was truly pure, educated since childhood in the faith of the Water, a righteous and kind lady.

The first time, inexplicably, she didn't kill Cyclone, it was both Cyclone's luck and Hilmirya's kindness.

"You're in trouble~"

Sitting by the window, Yuna crossed her legs, seductively watching Cyclone.

"......"

Judging from Cyclone's experience, Yuna seemed a bit unhappy at this moment.

Has something happened...?

"Let's go."

Facing a hint of jealousy from Yuna, Cyclone, unaware, began the second day in Kakarl.